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"Hi Red." Chance beamed when the resident human as she walked into the office. He hurried to gather campgain he had spread across Dasha's surface.
"Hi, Chance. Are you ready for our next session?" Red asked, excitement bubbling up in her at thought of continuing their game. Since she had started to talk to Chance, they had started a new proper game of G&G for just the two of them. One where Red had made her character from scratch, a charming troubadour with a thrist for adventure as well as more carnal desires, and Chance wove thrilling stories for her lusty bard to find herself in.
Red was eager to continue their campaign from where it left off, but Red could see the interjection on Chance's face before he spoke.
"Actually, there was something I wanted to ask you..." A cute blush graced Chance's face as he shuffled some papers around. Color her intrigued.
"Yes? What is it?"
"I was wondering...would you perhaps like to take this game over to my room?" Chance proposed. "We could have a bit more privacy there than in here. Not that I mind any of you." He added, his gaze sweeping everywhere from Dasha to Penelope to Dorian. "I just...if you're comfortable with that. I thought it might be more conducive to an immersive game."
Red blushed. Through all their saucy tales, Red oculdn't help but find herself drawn more and more to the sentient polyhedral. Who could blame her? He was so cute in the best, dorky way. He always put his heart into the game and wore his excitement on his face when Red engaged with his world in ways that even surprised him.
Not to mention he was hot. He was very fucking hot. Red would be lying if she hadn't thought more than once about her dungeon master's husky voice he took on when he played her NPC lover or the way he bit his lip when he was calculating damage or the way his shirt rode up when he stretched a little too far, showing a nice strip of skin...
Ehm. So needless to say the thought of being alone in a room with him, his own private space, made her heart flutter a bit even if it was just for a ttrpg night.
"Of course, whatever you want! You're the dungeon master after all...Wait, you have your own room?"
Chance grinned that grin he got when a twist in the story was coming up. He moved to the shelf she had designated for her growing stash of G&G supplies from which he plucked up the wooden dice box she had picked up at a ren fair booth one year.
It turned out that dice boxes worked a lot like the break box did. Opening the lid of the box was like opening a door, generating a new space in the questionable reality Red had found herself in since receiving the datevators. She stepped on into Chance's room, choosing to ignore the laws of matter consistently being broken in favor of seeing her favorite guy's space.
The carpet under her feet was a soft crimson velvet, the same material that lined the bottom of said box she was in. However, the room otherwise looked like a cozy bedroom fit for a G&G master like Chance. Granted, there was no proper bed. The resting spot seemed to be a bed sized nest made from a giant open bag. The inside was stuffed with dice shaped pillows of various sizes and shapes along with mounds of terrian printed map blankets. It looked like a cozy place to curl up (perferably with Chance's arms around her).
"Oh this is so cool." Red gushed. "I didn't realize you slept in a dice bag."
"Well, where else am I going to sleep? The floor?" Chance chuckled. He moved to pull up a clear box and sat upon it, gesturing to another with a CHESSEX label lining one side. "Make yourself comfortable. You can sit wherever you like...except for that one chair over there. I don't like that chair."
He pointed out the dice punishment chair you had bought after a particularly bad string of rolls. A part of you would feel guilt at the apparent anguish you put Chance through where it not for the other cool things adorning Chance's room caught your eyes.
Shelves were carved into the room's walls, each lined with what must've been mini figures of previous characters. Each was hand painted with care and given a promenient heroic spot to be admired from. Red took a moment to peruse the wall, stopping when she spotted a familiar bard. "Is that my character?"
"Of course! I couldn't have my favorite troubadour not featured on my wall of heroes." Chance said so casually yet it brought a blush to Red's cheeks. The thought of being Chance's favorite was alluring...
Red's eyes wandered again over to the desk. At least what you thought was a desk. The folded leather looked vaguely desk like and it was covered in what looked like sketches. Curiosity drove Red to go and poke around the piles of pencil sketches of various characters. "Do you draw as well? A man of many talents I see."
"Yeah, well..." Chance gave a sheepish grin, scratching the back of his neck. His expression fell though once he saw you grab for a sketchbook on top of the mess and started to flip through it. "Actually, you probably shouldn't..."
It was too late though. Red had flipped through the sketchbook, finding that there were many pencil sketches of her character filling the pages. Her proud troubadour grinning before a crowd, a scene of her character sawing on a fiddle and lighting up with a new spell, one saucy little pose Red remembered that started an epic bar fight one session...
There was one sketch that Red coudln't quite place at first. The woman drawn didn't have the period typical attire of a medieval bard nor the instruments expected of once. Instead, Red saw a woman in a particularly fantastic drawn shirt sat before a table with her character sheet...
"Chance, is this me?" Red asked, flipping the book to gesture at it for emphasis. Almost like she needed the proof. She didn't need it though; the wide eyed look he gave her was damning enough.
"Oh would you look at that? Maybe we should put my sketchbook down and get back to the game..." Chance made a swipe for the book but Red was already flipping through it. Page after page of her were realized in pencil greys. Her smiling, pouting, staring at the viewer with her cheek against her palm...
"Chance, these are wonderful!" Red exclaimed as she took in how detailed he made her portrait. Gods, the thought of how much time Chance must've been looking back at her when she tried not to get caught looking at him made her heart leap...
"You...you think so? It's not weird is it?"
"No! These are beautiful. You're a really talented artist."
"Yes, well." Chance adjusted his glasses, a charming smile gracing his face. "It helps that I have such a beautiful subject to draw."
Red froze. Had she heard that right? She turned to Chance who only continued.
"That was why I wanted you to come here. I wanted to do this in private...I'm hope you've felt it, the tension building between us. I feel like we make quite the pair, player and dungeon master."
No, Chance wasn't. Red's heart felt fit to burst.
"That is to say...I like you as a dragon likes its hoard. What do you say? Would you perhaps like to join a party for two?"
There's only one answer she had to a question like that. "Gods, I thought you'd never ask."
Chance grinned. He moved in to cup her face, Red leaned into his touch, watching as he leane dinto her as well. Next thing she kenw, their lips were pressed into a precioous first kiss she would never forget.
Never before was she glad that to put off havving their G&G session.